Summertime

A poem sharing my feelings about seasons. I wrote it in high school.

Summer is a time for life.
Summer days are hot.
Heat that helps life in its' course;
A never ending circle.

Spring is when life begins,
But summer is when life
At its' fullest is.

Fall is death coming,
But Summer is healthy
and quite young.

Winter is a dead man walking,
But summer is active
And talking.

So you see,
Summer is the best
To me.